Thor & Loki Blood Brothers Novels & Stories

No, not a whisper, more memory, a note left behind. ´Pretend she’s dead, your wolf` “You killed my wolf for a stupid joke?” My voice trembled, and I had to grit my teeth not to laugh when Loki´s face paled. So, at least he has some kind of emotions! “No! No, that can’t be! She’s not dead! Call for her! I need her! Fuck!” Oh, never mind.. no emotions, just his plans going down the drain. Then a thought hit me, “And my blood? What the hell do you need my blood for? Or is it useless now that you murdered my other half?”

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

You dragged us into a conflict we didn't need. “This is a meeting, Thorn, not a useless meeting like you, so stop being a wuss.” "One of my men died," Thorn snaps. “Are you going to tell his mother what happened?” he added. "No, but I'll give her his f*cking honor medallion because he gave his life for his brothers.” As he takes a swig from his vodka, Thorn adds, "Two of my men were hurt, too." In actuality, every man except Nathan had a drink before them. Things go south if they drink alcohol first thing in the morning.

Lucian's dick slipped out of my mouth and I released a loud yell as he aggressively slammed into me again. I yelled again and tears fell from my eyes, my body convulsing. Lucian grabbed my head and forced me to tilt my head to the side. He guided his swollen dick into my mouth, filling every inch of my mouth and throat with it. He kept thrusting his hips forward as he fucked my throat ferociously, giving me no space to breathe. I cried loudly as pain rocked my pussy and my throat. I didn't know which one to subdue– the pain that throbbed in my wrists and ankles or the ones that were getting inflicted on my pussy and throat by the Lycan brothers.

Later, I settled into the Snowbound pack and focused on my pregnancy, but the peace didn't last long. One day, I discovered that the Snowbound pack's water source used for irrigation carried withered black leaves, unique to the Darkshadow pack. The Blight had spread along the waterway. Pups in the Snowbound pack were starting to show symptoms of infection, so I could no longer run from it. For the sake of my pups, I had to journey to the Sacred Grounds and find a solution. Just as I was preparing to leave alone, Loki appeared outside my door. He looked worse than before, with bloodshot eyes and a gaunt face. But he kept his distance and maintained a lowly, humble demeanor.

“…something that existed long before the first wolf ever walked the earth.” Silence. Complete silence. Thalia stared at them. Her mind struggling to catch up. “…That’s not possible,” she whispered. The woman held her gaze. “It is.” Thalia shook her head slightly. “No… that doesn’t make sense.” “It will,” the man said again. She let out a shaky breath. “Then explain it to me.” Another pause. Then— The woman spoke again. “You are a descendant of the original blood.” Thalia’s brows pulled together.

Looking at his face, still young yet painfully familiar, I felt a strange sense of disorientation. I believed Shadow completely, because in my previous life, even after I had been Loki's mate for decades, he had never once truly looked at me. In my past life, my father, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, had issued Loki a ruthless order while he was still a young man. If he wanted to become the next Alpha, he had to marry me. Back then, young Loki was full of ambition and determination. He wanted nothing more than to lead the pack to greatness, so he clenched his teeth and accepted the marriage.

Jameson shifted back into human form as he lowered his face to mine. “I will make them watch as I end your entire bloodline. Who knows, I may even take your bitch for myself” not realising what he was about to do Thor pushed forward his canines tearing out my uncle’s throat. At the same time a pain radiates through my entire body as we collapsed on top of him. The last thing I heard was the screams of my mates as everything around me went cold and black.

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

Ronan staggered but grinned. "You're slowing down, brother," he spat the word with venom. Derek was slowing. His arms trembled from exhaustion. The fights with the Rogues had drained him. Blood poured from a gash on his shoulder, and every movement pulled at it. Ronan’s hand disappeared into his coat. When it emerged, it held a blade—blackened steel, old, and cursed. It pulsed with an eerie red glow. Derek's eyes widened. "That blade..." "Forged with the blood of traitors and Alpha flesh," Ronan said. "Fitting for the end of you."